As you may have heard, Harry Leroy Halladay III is having surgery performed by Sylvester Stallone's brother-in-law on his otherwise invincible right shoulder today. And while I fully expect to hear news that Roy is already in the weight room doing shoulder shrugs with fifteen 45lb plates (one extra for the right side, duh) later this afternoon, or that he insisted on doing pushups with Joe Blanton sitting on his back eating a bowl of Reese's Puffs cereal throughout the entire procedure, I think it's fair to pause a beat and reflect.
This bolg started merely as a silly gag that I never expected to gain anywhere near the level of its current readership. But somehow, many thousands of you now read it every month, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. A lot of that traces back (and bear with me here) to the truly heroic, and stoic, nature of Roy Halladay. It's a lot easier to drop your guard and bow to someone who seems superhuman, and it's only reinforced when the ethic behind that meshes with our value system. He's a special breed of athlete- ruthless, team-centered, humble.
I'm not delusional here, I'm a dork. We're all dorks. Compared to Roy Halladay, 99.9% of the people on this planet are dorks. But we own it as well as anyone, donkey nation. The face-breaking one is behind that, because it's pretty damn easy to admit you aren't about to be running steps at 5:30 in the morning when you already have a $60M contract in your back pocket... right next to two Cy Young awards, a perfect game, and a playoff no-hitter. Let's wish him a safe and healthy return. He deserves that, and all of the good things that are awaiting once his recovery is complete.